#princeisles

[sinsailstheseas]

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❝ AND just what makes you think that I have it? ❞

[xthesparequeen-a]

"If I were to be so bold as to confess to you," he began after a moment of silence, walking alongside her; "that I find I have a preference of seeing you polluted with your hair unbound, tell me: how likely would it be for a fluke to graduate to a habit?"

     The apples of Anna’s cheeks became flushed, her hands sheepishly beginning to stroke her wavy locks, letting her fingers brush through the strands as a soft smile replaced her sudden surprised expression. It wasn’t often that she wore her hair down as it was, at least according to her husband and society, improper for a lady of status to do so. Even in her vast reading of books and lessons by her tutor, she never once understood this rule of womanhood. What was wrong with letting your hair down? Was it such a scandalous thing to do that was truly a scandalous thing to do? Were men really so allured by this simple act?

     “Well…”, she finally managed to say after being taken aback, “…I suppose I could try and let my hair down more often. Only around my home though. Lord knows I don’t need those high status ladies to have yet another branch to add to their gossip tree.”

[magnifiico]

“Do you intend to vocalize every thought? Or just the most obvious ones?”

@princeisles || :3c Oh ?

And so, likely for the first time in a solid handful of minutes, King Magnifico falls silent: mid-sentence, at that, with a flurry of surprised—if not mildly impressed—blinks at the other as if he's only just now checking Hans has nothing more to add.

What was a good way to put this . . . ? I apologize for speaking while you're interrupting—

He keeps the playful comment to himself, nevertheless, and only once he's determined that one interruption has cut into his monologue for the mere purpose of bringing it to cease does Magnifico say more. “Ah, forgive me.” His tone pleads otherwise. Pleasant, certainly, though hardly apologetic. “I do tend to lose myself when I've gotten on a topic . . . but if you've had anything of your own to vocalize, you should know I welcome it.”

A steady gaze gauges the mood of his companion, and something as equally playful as that unvocalized remark twitches on the corner of his lips. “Or is it pure silence you're seeking—? Let's be clear with our intentions, yes?”

[sparesovereign]

random inbox things // always accepting

@princeisles asked: "You know, for a pampered princess, you have a certain gift for violence."

It took everything in Anna's power to resist letting her hand collide with Hans' face as she had done some years prior. But given that she was now the ruler of Arendelle, she decided it was best to swallow her anger, push her shoulders back and hold her head high as she made her response.

"First off; It's Qualified Queen and secondly; SAYS THE MAN WHO TRIED TO KILL MY SISTER AND I."

[sparesovereign]

royal sentence starters // accepting

@princeisles asked: "Perhaps we can grow to love each other."

Anna paced back and forth, the heels of her boots threatening to burn a hole in the carpet, her head pounding against her skull and heart racing a mile a minute.

To say the princess was upset was an understatement. She was livid.

If only she had Elsa's magic, the young princess could cast a spell and run away from all her worries. And yet, Anna was completely ordinary, which meant that she had to suffer through this cruel twist of fate; A marriage between her and the frozen hearted prince.

"Stupid council.....stupid document.......ARGH! Why did I sign it back then?! Why did YOU sign it-you know what, don't answer that. Don't say anything, cause it's just gonna make me madder. Just....just...ARGH!"

Haphazardly removing her wedding veil, she tossed it in the princes face and began her frustrated pacing once more. "Why why why?! I could be living a peaceful life with my sister and now, I'm stuck with you till death do us part apparently!"

Her fingers dug themselves into her temples, trying to cease the constant screaming inside her mind.

"And how can you even say something like that anyways?! I don't love you and you, clearly, don't love me. That should have been the end of our story. What was the council thinking?! What was...." Her temper began to die down, sorrow quickly filling the void and she lifted the petticoats of her gown and collapsed onto the floor. "What was...I thinking?"

[sparesovereign]

random questions meme // accepting

@princeisles asked: ❛  are you always so competitive?  ❜

"No.", Anna scoffed, pulling the reins of her horse to lead it around her 'disgraced riding partner', like a predator just waiting for its moment to strike, though clearly it already had the second she won the race.

"I just like to show you what you clearly missed out on."

With a prideful smirk, the Queen gently tapped the side of the animal with her boot, compelling it trot further down the beaten path as she called back to Hans. "So why are you even here, anyways? I'm warning you right now, if you step one foot into Arendelle, I'll-" Her fist clenched, remembering all too well the feeling of when it had collided with the prince's face some years ago. Though it wasn't one of her proudest or most noble moments, it certainly had made Anna feel better. After all, Hans had more than deserved it.

[prettycdds]

❝ They say that the best blaze burns brightest when circumstances are at their worst. ❞ (for magnifico)

✨ " And it is very well said, Prince Hans. "

So approves the King, a voice like a lion even when spoken soft, as though his smile and nod could write such opinion into law. Hands tucked behind him, he walked in equal stride alongside the prince of a far off land-- very far, if the change in climate could prove-- in the courtyard of a castle famed for its enchantment. Here, magic was expected-- but controlled. As it should be. Leaving no room for fear. Merely enjoyment! as flowers glowed and fountains danced.

" People need such flames, of course-- on the darkest days, after it seems the world has ended. Someone who withstands it all and picks up the pieces to build something new-- something sturdier. "

A hand so passively raises as he speaks to them, making a gentle lifting motion. Its only if you look down to the flowerbeds they're passing does one notice he is raising the head of a wilted flower, sparkling now with glittering dust. And the king chuckles, a lightheartedness tilting his regal tone. " And, well-- if enough people follow you, you're bound to become the king of something, it would seem. "

[007bup]

“You’re a bit like a doctor, aren’t you? You tend to bury your mistakes.”

Assorted Media Sentences, Vol. 1

"Wh--" The wordplay hits him a beat too late. Kent can't help but crack a wry sort of smile-- much to his chagrin --in light of it.

"No reason to be so morbid..." he chastises, gentler than he should. "Or so cutting. What have I done that has been so egregious as to be buried?"